Novel Full Chapter 338: Mother vs Daughter
Chapter 338: Mother vs Daughter
CREAK.
The door opened.
Jennifer’s gaze snapped to the sound just as Vivienne stepped fully into the room.
Naked.
Her hair disheveled, her skin still flushed, marks visible on her hips and thighs.
Behind her, Helena appeared in the doorway… equally naked, equally marked, her eyes going wide as she took in the scene.
’These bitches.’
Fury exploded in Jennifer’s chest, hot and vicious.
’They had their turn.’
’And now they’re here to ruin this for me?’
Alex seemed completely unfazed.
His rhythm didn’t falter. Didn’t slow. He kept driving into Jennifer with the same brutal, relentless force, as if the audience changed nothing.
As if this was exactly what he’d expected.
“JENNIFER?”
Vivienne’s scream shattered the rhythm of flesh on flesh.
Her mother’s voice… sharp, panicked, utterly unlike the composed Ice Queen Jennifer had known her entire life.
“What the fuck is going on?”
Jennifer looked at her mother’s face. Saw the panic there. The shock. The horror of seeing her daughter in this position.
And something dark and thrilling surged through Jennifer’s core.
’You didn’t expect this, did you, Mother?’
A smile curved Jennifer’s lips… slow, predatory, nothing like the girl who’d arrived at this villa hours ago.
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice loud and deliberate. “Just like that.”
She rolled her hips up to meet Alex’s next thrust, taking him deeper, her back arching off the table.
“Harder,” Jennifer gasped, her eyes locked on her mother’s horrified face. “Fuck me harder.”
Alex’s hands tightened on her thighs.
And he obliged.
The pace increased… faster, more brutal, each thrust driving Jennifer across the polished wood.
“Anhh… YES!”
Jennifer’s scream was shameless, deliberate, meant to carry.
Meant to make her mother hear exactly what she’d taken for herself.
’Watch, Mother.’
’Watch me take what you thought was yours.’
Vivienne strode across the room, her bare feet slapping against the marble floor. Fury radiated from her every step, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
She stopped beside the table, looming over her daughter.
“I ASKED WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?”
The scream was raw, desperate, stripped of all the polished control Vivienne Vanderbilt was known for.
Jennifer looked up at her mother, still pinned beneath Alex’s relentless rhythm, and smiled.
“Can’t you see?” she gasped between thrusts. “I’m finishing the job you couldn’t.”
Vivienne’s face went white.
Then red.
“You little—”
Vivienne shrieked, her hand lifting as if to strike, but stopping as she realized she had no authority in this room.
No power.
No control.
Jennifer’s eyes locked onto her mother’s raised hand, and she smiled.
Then she turned her attention back to Alex.
“Sir,” she gasped, her hand pressing against his chest. “Please… give me a second.”
Alex stilled.
Withdrew slowly.
Jennifer slid off the table, her legs trembling but holding, and turned around.
She bent forward over the polished surface, spreading her legs as wide as she could, arching her back in a perfect display of submission.
“Please, Sir,” she said, looking back at him over her shoulder. “Fuck me this way. I like it more.”
Alex’s smile widened. He positioned himself behind her and thrust forward in one brutal stroke.
“AHHH!”
Jennifer’s cry echoed through the room, her fingers gripping the table edge.
“Ah… ah… yes… Sir… this… so good…”
Her words dissolved into broken moans as he set a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving her forward, her breasts sliding against the cool mahogany.
Vivienne stood frozen, watching her daughter bent over the same table where she’d been broken hours before.
Watching Jennifer take what she thought belonged to her.
Being ignored.
Being made irrelevant.
“You insolent WHORE!” Vivienne screamed, the words shaking with rage and desperation.
Jennifer’s laugh came out breathless, punctuated by Alex’s thrusts.
“You… of all people… calling me… a whore?”
She looked back at her mother, eyes blazing with triumph.
“Where was this outrage when you were moaning underneath him? Screaming his name while the family empire burned?”
“That’s different…”
“Different?” Jennifer cut her off with a sharp gasp as Alex drove particularly deep. “How? Because you’re the mother? Because you’re the CEO?”
Her voice rose, vicious and clear despite the brutal fucking.
“This never crossed your mind when you were begging him to destroy you? When you offered me up like a fucking sacrifice just to get this cock a few more times?”
Vivienne’s face went white.
“I didn’t…”
“You DID!” Jennifer screamed. “You sold your own daughter! For your lust! For HIM!”
She slammed her hips back to meet Alex’s thrust, the sound of flesh on flesh sharp in the silence.
“So don’t you DARE call me a whore when you’re the one who put me on this path!”
Jennifer’s hand shot out, pointing at her mother with shaking fingers.
“You wanted me broken? Congratulations, Mother. You got your wish.”
Her voice dropped to something cold and cruel.
“But I’m not YOUR broken toy. I’m HIS.”
Jennifer’s smile sharpened, predatory.
“And you’re just angry because I took what you were too weak to keep.”
The words hit like a physical blow.
Vivienne’s face contorted with rage, her hands gripping the edge of the table so hard her knuckles went white.
“You have no idea what you’re doing,” Vivienne hissed, her hands gripping the edge of the table. “You think this makes you special? You think he cares about you?”
“More than he cares about you,” Jennifer shot back.
She reached up, her hands finding Alex’s shoulders, pulling him deeper.
“Look at you. Standing there. Watching. While he fucks your daughter on the same table where he broke you.”
Vivienne’s breath came in sharp bursts, her chest heaving.
“You’re making a mistake…”
“The only mistake was thinking I needed your permission.”
Jennifer’s voice dropped to something cold and vicious.
“I don’t need you to teach me. I don’t need anything from you except to get out of my way.”
“He’s MINE!” Vivienne screamed, the words tearing from her throat.
The room went silent except for the wet sound of Alex still moving inside Jennifer.
He hadn’t stopped once.
Hadn’t even slowed.
Just kept fucking Jennifer while mother and daughter fought over him like he was property to be claimed.
Jennifer’s smile widened.
“Then why is he inside me instead of you?”
Vivienne’s mouth opened. Closed. No words came out.
For the first time in her life, the Iron Queen had nothing to say.
Jennifer gave up on the conversation entirely.
Her mother standing there, screaming, didn’t matter anymore.
Nothing mattered except the building pressure coiling tighter and tighter in her core.
She turned her head, looking back at Alex over her shoulder.
“Sir,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I’m… I’m about to cum.”
Alex’s hand shot forward, fingers tangling in her hair. He yanked her head back, arching her spine, and began to move with renewed violence.
Faster.
Harder.
Brutal.
“Ahh! AHH! YES!”
Jennifer’s cries rose in pitch with each devastating thrust.
“God… yes… I’ve never… anhh… never felt this good before!”
Her words dissolved into incoherent moans as the pleasure built beyond anything she’d ever experienced.
“AHHHHH!”
The orgasm hit like an explosion.
Jennifer’s entire body went rigid, her back arching into an impossible curve, her mouth opening in a silent scream before sound finally tore from her throat.
“YES! YES! OH GOD, YES!”
Wave after wave crashed through her, each one stronger than the last, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him as pleasure burned through every nerve.
Her vision whited out.
Her mind fractured.
There was nothing but sensation… overwhelming, devastating, perfect.
Alex didn’t stop.
Kept driving into her through her climax, wringing every last tremor from her convulsing body until she had nothing left.
Jennifer’s arms gave out.
Her face pressed against the cool mahogany, her cheek sliding across the polished surface as her legs trembled violently.
She was slumped over the table completely, boneless, utterly spent.
Her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps that fogged the wood beneath her lips.
Her fingers twitched weakly against the table edge, unable to grip anymore.
Recovering.
Trying to remember how to form thoughts.
How to breathe.
How to exist in a body that had just been shattered and remade.
A satisfied smile curved her lips despite her exhaustion.
’That.’
’That’s what they felt.’
’That’s what I was missing.’
***
Vivienne stared at her daughter’s slumped form on the table.
Spent. Exhausted. Done.
A cruel smile curved her lips.
“Get out now,” she said coldly. “Since you’re done.”
Jennifer’s eyes snapped open.
“Who said I’m done?”
She pushed herself up from the table, her arms trembling but holding. New energy seemed to flood through her… whether from defiance or desperation, it didn’t matter.
She turned to face Alex.
His cock still stood rigid, unsatisfied, demanding. A challenge sparked in Jennifer’s chest.
“I’m not as weak as someone here,” Jennifer said, her voice stronger now, aimed directly at her mother. “I can do this as many times as he wants me to.”
She reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft with deliberate confidence.
Looked up at him with eyes that promised everything.
“Now, now.”
Helena’s voice cut through the tension like a blade.
Jennifer’s head whipped toward the sound.
Helena stood in the doorway, no longer watching passively.
She stepped forward into the room, her naked body moving with purpose.
Her eyes locked on Alex.
Then on Jennifer.
And she smiled.
“Let’s not be greedy, darling,” Helena said, her voice smooth and calculated. “Why don’t we show Master what each of us can offer… and let him decide who deserves his attention?”